Moomins and Jelly Babies

Zis weekend, Ze Boy and I have been in Finland.
We have now finnished being in Finland (de dum CHING!).

No More Penguins presents its official congratulations to Mark and Hanna for the whole getting married thing. Getting married is a Good Thing. Inviting us is also a Good Thing, or at least, we think so. We've invited ourselves to our wedding, anyway. Just ours isn't in Finland.

We brought some gherkins (long story) and some Moomin biscuits back for the tribe. The tribe, in our absence, got us jelly babies (another long story).

Cue discussion after tea last night:

M: "Who d'you think'd win in a fight between a Moomin and a Jelly Baby?"

(Cue attempts to make jelly baby and Moomin biscuit fight. I bet on the jelly baby, but it got squashed before the Moomin biscuit broke, so I lost).

ZB: (must restrain self, must not type in French accent....) "Oooo, what do you think the child of a Moomin and a jelly baby would look like?" (Picks one of each out of packets, makes them talk to each other then scuttle off behind a bowl on the table...)

M: "I will not have biscuit porn on my kitchen table!" (tries to send youngest tribe-member to bed as biscuits are now engaging in inappropriate activity)

NMP, in mean time, has been occupied splicing the head of a Moomin onto the body of a jelly-baby in Frankinsteinesque scene of genetic modification. The resulting being was declared somewhat scary and its creation fundamentally immoral.

Result: Moomins beat jelly babies. Babies of Moomins and jelly babies are stronger than both but their creation is morally reprehensible. We're stronger than all of them, so we get to eat the lot.

Mwahahahahaha.